Quoting Willowwind:

Perfume

Can there be anything more exquisite

than the scent of you upon my hands?

A perfume that entwines it's allure

as a wandering vine of roses,

a mist that blankets the sea of my thoughts,

the sweet sigh of pleasure on my lips.


I inhale the essense of you

filling my soul

with an endless bounty of euphoria

that strips all sensabilities of propriety,

plunging me into the depths of desire.

I am consumed by your presense

within the perfume of your passion

that adorns my skin.

Perfume

Can there be anything more exquisite

than the scent of you upon my hands?

A perfume that entwines it's allure

as a wandering vine of roses,

a mist that blankets the sea of my thoughts,

the sweet sigh of pleasure on my lips.


I inhale the essense of you

filling my soul

with an endless bounty of euphoria

that strips all sensabilities of propriety,

plunging me into the depths of desire.

I am consumed by your presense

within the perfume of your passion

that adorns my skin.